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Don't Tread on Me, a Poem

Updated on June 19, 2013

Save Your Breath to Cool Your Porridge

Save your breath to cool your porridge,

The word can't may be used,

but will never be obeyed.

I came out kicking and screaming,

and I'll go out

the same way.

If words are subject to anything,

then they are not true;

words are a law unto themselves.

Anyone trying to subvert or change

a person's words,

perverts truth.

Don't care if it's not your truth,

every person's truth is different,

as varied as strands of DNA.

That I speak implies you have wit,

enough to decide for yourself,

what you believe, or doubt-

If I must measure my words,

then I am not speaking at all,

but am mouthing syllables...

without destination, without conviction;

one cannot be a little free;

Either one is free,

or not at all.

I choose my freedom to inspire,

most times, but sometimes

raw anger and rage come forth,

but, if it does,

be sure, there is a reason;

People stealing, lying, hating, hurting,

I don't start the fight,

but I sure will end it,

sorry if you can't witness the blows.

I'd like to be a Godess,

whose hair brushes the ground,

and starflowers spring up-

but most days are minimum wage,

for skilled labor, disillusioned

in the most painful way.

If you are insulted by me,

by all means,

turn the page.

But, and I believe it true,

I've paid my dues,

and been crushed by the lathe of time,

Hell and heaven

seem busy places,

and all I ever wanted was peace.

I don't think that is

afforded us, even when we send

it out to the universe.

The calf still dies.

Judges smoke Meth.

Fathers rape their daughters.

Children are gunned down.

And you want me to

toe the line?

You should thank God

there are fools like me.

Apologists are ragged, faithless scars

that I bear every day of my life-

and if I should die today,

I'll know, I didn't waste it.


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      Audrey Howitt 4 years ago from California

      Great write!

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      Brenda Barnes 4 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

      I love the message. It is in the face of hypocrites and these self righteous. I personally am forever grateful that people like you exist and speak. And yes, Heaven is a very busy place where peace still abounds. Only God creates homes like that.

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      Clark Cook 4 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

      Too late--2 AM--, so I'll have to come back to it.

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      Martin Kloess 4 years ago from San Francisco

      Interesting poem read by a person who can no longer talk. You would be how many disagreements pass by without words.